Poems About No Poo Seeking Honest Critique

I wondered
If it's been a choice
between the old life
and a home cooked meal
with your mother

consider this my friend
my brother, the love is such
we watch the window
to catch the flare
from your gun

carry on, carry on

#NoPoo

for all the procrastination
weeks on end
it was over in a few words

words

and he, he done
what he's always done:

made me proud
 

I remember waiting for her call
   
the cup of mac-coffee    
the fear, the worry    
the half empty pockets    
   
and the great odds    
age and drugs    
had ruled out a good fuck    
if it came to it    
   
we hugged, and her smile    
stole the thoughts    
from my head    
   
touch of her lips on mine    
sent the blood    
where it needed to be    
   
later, in the evening    
we walked through the town    
held hands while the rain    
rained down...

Getting there was easy
'cause I'd walked with the workers

so there wasn't much chance  
of death by frenzied stare
  
from the good folk  
in their cars  
 
trip home  
 was more tricky  
 
 
I'd to bee-line  
from shop to shop  
 
and I hadn't factored in  
the need to hang a carrier bag
from my wrist  
 
as show of intent